Requiem's DJ

I took a CnG (http://lucidallnight.wordpress.com/2...oline-a-guide/) to jump start August and as usual, it worked well. Although my recall is still a little spotty, I remained pretty lucid and there were moments of hyper realism. So a pretty good one.

Snakes. Why'd it have to be snakes? (dild)

Don't remember the beginning too well. I remember my hands having more fingers than normal and I'm lucid.

It is dark and I am in the alley. I see the moon and I throw my hands out, palm down and try to lower it and raise a sun. The moon begins to fall but it turns into a fireball. Sort of a sun but it just returns to a normal moon when I stop focusing on it. I try to throw fireballs/energy balls but it doesn't work. The dream is quite stable so I try for at least 2 minutes. I try vocal commands and focuses on the feeling of my hands but nothing happens.

I fly around my neighborhood a little bit and it is sort of snowing a little. Nothing really catches my attention so I go into my neighbors house. There isn't even room to move. It is just sort of enclosed space. I lose vision but remain in the dream using tactile sensations.

I am back in the alley and again I lose vision. I drop to the floor and feel the gravel. I re-enter the dream.

I got into my neighbors house. NOT the normal neighbors' but a different house. I lose vision but I start destroying the place. Tossing chairs and tipping a dresser until the dream reforms and I am back in the alley.

I fly up and see basement swing doors in my neighbors yard.



I open them and climb down the ladder. It is sort of like a warehouse/old dusty tomb. There is dirt and some vines too. I see a snake coiled up and decide to go the other direction. More snakes. I sort of lose lucidity, just running through this place, stomping and killing any snakes in my way. I get bit at from the side by a snake and it feels just like a light bee sting. No big deal.

I stop running and stabilize. I kick up sort dirt and just watch it swirl around. I pick up a stick and hit this bucket on a rope and watch it swing around as gravity takes its toll and it slows. That was cool.

Then out of nowhere there is a naked women. No doubt inspired by a recent entry in Xel's journal. Things heat up and the dream is real vivid. It segues somehow into something else. I remember continuing through the warehouse place until I found Bruce Willis, who is mumbling about something that happens when we can no longer dream and we lose our hair. I ask “But what about death and God and all that?” and I wake up.

I think there was more but don't remember. Anyways, I got to go.

Frags:

1. My grandfather has a computer that is held together by duct tape at a party. Kyle Gass is on drums. I eat a red snow cone and it is really good.